The wandering sannyasin was coming down from Chamba mountains (Punjab) towards Pathankot. As it was the rainy season, the rain was pouring cats and dogs! He had no umbrella with him and had just a thin blanket used as an umbrella. Even that too had become a burden for him after getting drenched. So he had to squeeze the wet blanket again and again and cover the body with it. There was a village after 12–13 miles and there was no other place to halt on the way. The length of this short route to Pathankot was 15–20 miles less than Pathankot-Dalhousie-Chamba main road.
The village was visible from afar. One has to cross a bridge, but alas, the road had been damaged and disappeared up to a long distance! There was no way to go forward, so the sannyasin thought—what to do now? Meanwhile, a trail was seen, which had gone almost half a mile down up to the river Chambal. And the waterfall which had broken the path, was pouring into the river with great velocity. The trail had crossed it, again to meet the road. That was the only way to go to the bridge in front. The rest was all uphill and high mountains. There was no way to climb there. Hence, the sannyasin went downwards and reached the river.
The Chambal river had taken the form of destruction and was running—dancing and roaring—with great speed. It was brimming with water and its flow level was only a little below the high bridge! But the speed of that waterfall was so intense that even a little slip of foot could take one straight into the lap of the river. The flow of the river—bouncing and jumping through the stones—was such that even if a blade of grass fell into that, it would split into pieces and destruction would be the only consequence.
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Jesus Christ: The Compassion Incarnate
The idea of the incarnation of God is prevalent among Hindus and Christians. Both believe the ‘Word’ to be the source of incarnations and the created beings— sentient and insentient.
Inspiring Anecdotes
Original in Hindi: Sharat Chandra Pendarkar
When the Divine Lord Protects
GLIMPSES OF HUMAN VALUES - 4
Mother of All
I am going out on a limb to declare that Holy Mother Sri Sarada Devi is the real spirit behind the birth, growth, and success of the Ramakrishna Math and Mission.
'I Have Come to Help You in Your Chosen Path'
In the initial days of Holy Mother’s stay in Dakshineswar, when she was there for the first time, Sri Ramakrishna suddenly asked her by way of examining her: ‘Well my dear, have you come to drag me down to the worldly level?’ The Mother replied without a moment’s hesitation: ‘No. Why should I drag you to worldly ways? I have come to help you in your chosen path [Tomār ishṭa pathe sahājya korte eshechhi].’
Holy Mother in the World
Sri Sarada Devi, reverently and affectionately referred to as Holy Mother by those affiliated with the Ramakrishna Movement, lived from 1853 to 1920. She lived in the world but was not of the world.
The Holy Mother in Puri
A Compilation
Spiritual Conversations with Swami Premananda
SPIRITUAL TALKS
The Transforming Power Of Vedanta
A religion will remain always powerful as long as it can transform the lives of people and change their outlook."¹ These words were spoken by Swami Ritajananda, a Ramakrishna Order monk who headed the Vedanta centre in France for 33 years.
The Lengthening Shadow: 125 Years of the Ramakrishna Mission
ON 1 MAY 1987, in Calcutta, Swami Vivekananda planted the seed that has now blossomed into the vast, unique and indispensable organisation that is the Ramakrishna Mission.
